This yearI lovedhalf of the possibilitiesof my chanceAnd I walkedhalf stepsNo knowledgeBackwards and forwardsand I cut my dreamas a professional SharayarTo the rest of this Fridaythat small taleis ridinghalf on my cheekshalf turning over tothe Holy placeand I wake uphalf of the love which has been secretthis morningmy friendnot because I am in lovebut there is a Pistachio - Paradiseover that river - on the other side of the rivercalling the cloudsand that riveris still confusedMe too - I swear;confusedbetween two wallsand cutin the airhalf of the castle is freeon this earthGod is callingHalf of the Angelsaround the Bazaar - housein this dreamthe knowledgeis writtenand there is a soundfrom a coffin